honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
I could not find my honeycomb
Cherry brown lips of maple
olive creams her eyes and face were
And in that town »
Honeycomb
Honeycomb
by Frank Black
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She likes it hot
She likes a tan
She steals my infra red when I'm gone
Oh no can it be
We're heading for a heatwave
Her legs are brown »
Heatwave
White Music
by XTC
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As sweet Polly Oliver lay musing in bed,
A sudden strange fancy came into her head.
"Nor father nor mother shall make me false prove,
I'll 'list »
Sweet Polly Oliver, for voice & piano (Folk Songs, Vol. 3)
The Trees They Grow So High
by Sarah Brightman
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hair flowed upon her freckled brown shoulders,
And as she took water from the well,
Her long black dress came up to reveal her bare, hard but feminine »
Spanish Blood
Cumular Limit
by The Yardbirds
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Esquire
What the well-dressed man will desire
When he's struttin' down the street with his sweetie-pie
Sun tan, shade of green
Or an olive drab color »
What The Well Dressed Man In Harlem Will Wear
Composers on Broadway: Irving Berlin
by Irving Berlin
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The olives taste the same
But I don't know you
And it's alright
Cause it's over
I don't care about you
With your books and
Your stories
Everything you »
Changes
V
by Van She
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They go brown in the sun
Spend the summer
Without speaking
So much time on their hands
Their hearts are full of everything
All the little Greek »
All the Greek Boys (Do the Handwalk)
Tench
by Shriekback
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Red brush
Washing up
Look I made America
Hush hush
Don't don't rush
And don't try to care too much
brown wine
Turpentine
Somethings mustn't »
The Sheep Song
No, Virginia...
by The Dresden Dolls
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My eyes are the color
Of martini olives
I always drink two
Never three
My hair is plain brown
Once I was blond
Yellow
Not towheaded
I »
Personal
Artificial Fire
by Eleni Mandell
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to the Range
I'm just comin out of the cell in my brain
Girl you got to know there days
Which side your own
Momma got shit
She loved a brown man
Then she »
Little Amsterdam
The Original Bootlegs
by Tori Amos
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looking up at me
Your olive skin
Your unmarked beauty unconnected
I don't feel the heat of you
Like you want me to
Up close and smiling
No separate bills »
Faxed Invitation
Oblivion with Bells
by Underworld
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eye
Fundamental
Looking up at me
Your olive skin
Your unmarked beauty unconnected
I don't feel the heat of you
Like you want me to
Up close »
Faxed Invitation
Oblivion with Bells [Bonus DVD]
by Underworld
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Have you seen Miranda?
She's walking through the town
She has got one green eye, the other eye is brown
And as she walks the air grows warm, »
Black Pearl
Hurricane Season
by Tom Russell
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almond eyes and olive skin,
And long black hair.
She was Irish-Spanish mix-breed, I was southeast Texas hayseed,
We were almost there.
Her daddy did not »
Earthbound
Fate's Right Hand
by Rodney Crowell
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[Chorus]
Hip-yer-partner Sally Tibbo
Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,
All around the circle
Sods and rinds to cover »
I'se the B'y
Great Big Sea
by Great Big Sea
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I was at the beach,
Sitting on the sand
When I saw this girl
Dark brown eyes, and a dark olive tan
She was watching the sets
With »
Surfer Girl
That's Business
by Home Grown
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tell?
(Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)
Oh, Lisdoonvarna
Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
A 747 for Jackson Browne,
They had »
Lisdoonvarna
Christy Moore Collection
by Christy Moore
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I told James brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal
He wanted to go up to the olive Garden and start a restaurant brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my »
Drugs
Spankmaster
by Kool Keith
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the oven? MMMM! you said it!
straight to the stomach my fuel is unleaded
But not fossil fuels/ I like olive oil
I like my eggs scrambled/ I never eat 'em »
Red Beans & Rice
Home
by Spearhead
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Germans from escaping.)
"I don't think it was wrong."
OLIVER NORTH (Regarding the trading of weapons for hostages, in what came to be known »
Auld Lang Syne [Millennium Mix]
Faith: A Holiday Album
by Kenny G
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breaded
hot from the oven? MMMM! you said it!
straight to the stomach my fuel is unleaded
But not fossil fuels/ I like olive oil
I like my eggs »
Red Beans and Rice
Psychefunkajazzadelic, 2nd Edition
by Spearhead
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patrol for them back
Forcing you how to act
Telling us to simmer down
Say they got places for clowns
And if your skin is brown
Then we'll return you »
Filling Space
Heavenbound
by Scarub
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veterans
When the stakes got raised like brown letterin
Down to the exact scale measurements, time to
Let these motherfuckers know exactly what it is I »
For You
The Listening
by Little Brother
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to freestyle
Prematurely senile, underground prima donnas
I was Oliver North during Iran Contra
Cause I, never snitched, and that's backed by evidence
I »
That's What It Is
The 3rd World
by Immortal Technique
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